In the worst situations, my thoughts crystallized. And right now, the guards’ words were replaying in my mind. Its magic is so powerful that only the glashtin itself could kill itself. Turning monsters suicidal wasn’t in my skill set, regrettably. If I could convince him to leap over the edge of this cliff, I would. Maybe if I had more time, singing Elvis’s entire discography song by song would persuade him to end it all.
